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♋ PCG 20

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[Karkat wakes up unable to shake the memory of his dream. He has nightmares regularly, a combination of sleeping without a recuperacoon and everything he's been through since he began playing Sgrub. But something about this one felt more real and vivid and awful, and he remembers it more clearly.

But he wakes ordinarily, only to watch the news and hear his own name, among others, listed. He remembers. She told him she would erase his existence, and he said yes. That memory combined with the news spooks him; Mayfield is clearly doing something, and he doesn't know what to think. So when the television shuts off, he'll go looking for his housemates to try to calm his nerves.]

[Phone, later]

All right, this is Karkat. No, guess what, this is actually Karkat. I'm here. You can choose to believe me or not.

Is anyone else who supposedly disappeared still here? Let's discuss this latest Mayfield fuckstorm like the rational conversationalists I know we all aren't.

[Filtered to Feferi, Tavros, Eridan, and Sollux]

And I especially need to talk to all of you. Now. Don't give me any shit about whether or not I'm the real Karkat. If you are here, answer me now.

I can't believe a single one of you complete drooling panrotted fucking assholes.

[Filtered to Signless.]

You.

((OOC: Karkat has been erased, so he will seem like a fakey fake doppleganger!))

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[He's already tense in anticipation of a blackrom fight - the sudden appearance of an unfamiliar troll in his hive instantly sends him over the edge. Gamzee blurs, flash-stepping directly in front of Karkat and slamming the other troll into the wall by his throat and snarling.]

Brother, my most motherfuckin' unluckiest of brothers, you got about three seconds to explain how you know me and Terezi, because I sure as fuck ain't got no remembering of your unpainted face.

[He wasn't expecting Gamzee to move so fast, and he doesn't have time to react before he's pressed against the wall.]

Karkat.

[He feels stupid for saying so, though. Either the name will mean nothing, or Gamzee will remember it but won't believe he's really Karkat.]

...We met a few days ago.

[His eyes narrow and his hand tightens.]

Now that's definitely being the most laughingstock of motherfuckin' lies I done heard in a long while. The reason being - the motherfucking reason all being - that there ain't ever been any other trolls around here other than my wicked sisters, on account of them all being deader than the air after a bad joke in a crowded circus.

So you see - you motherfucking see - why I wouldn't have done forgotten about a fellow gray-skinned motherfucker. Unless you're calling me shitpanned. [He tilts his head and smiles coldly, baring his fangs.] You calling me motherfuckin' shitpanned, brother?

I'm not calling you shitpanned.

[Thinking it, but not stupid enough to say it. He's not afraid of Gamzee the way he'd been afraid when he'd first spoken to him in this mood, but he's very aware he's in danger and wary.]

Mayfield must be choking us by the temporal sanity nodes yet again, that's all.

Or maybe you're just stuffed to the motherfuckin' horns with bullshit.

[He loosens his grip slightly though - as much as he thinks Karkat is lying right now, it certainly wouldn't be out of line for Mayfield to wipe memories.]

Who else have you all been meeting?

I've seen the girls around at schoolhive. Terezi, Kanaya, Vriska, Aradia. We haven't really talked.

[At least if he names the trolls who aren't erased, this seems more plausible.]

There are some trolls here with me, too. It must be a timeline fuck up.

[At the names of the trolls in his session, he goes deadly still.]

And what do you think of my pretty little things, brother? Hit a motherfucker up with those impressions all bubbling away in your sponge.

[Wow, okay, he can't tell what that reaction is, but he can tell it isn't good.]

I don't have any impressions, holy fuck. Maybe I was just surprised to see other trolls here, what about that?

I will gladly fuck off and leave you alone.

[He leans in, his expression eerily flat and his eyes taking a tint of orange.]

Point of advice for you, since I'm such a motherfuckin' swell as bitchtits gentletroll - keep it that way. I ain't gonna be half as friendly if I done catch a brother all what sticking his sniffnode around what's being mine, dig?

I am not intending to stick my sniffnode anywhere near your psycho party. I have my own friends whose personal terrible qualities are enough for me right now, so you can let me the fuck down already.

Advice duly noted and accepted with grace and aplomb, okay?

[Satisfied, he puts a few inches of distance between them again, arching an eyebrow in mocking curiosity.]

You are one motherfucker being all real deep in the strange, brother. Now what kind of motherfuckin' failure of a troll goes around flaunting being infected with the shitnasty disease that we call friendship?

Friendship isn't a disease. It's a devastating accident, so no need to be concerned about getting infected.

[Having a little more space, he slinks a little to the side and down, edging away from Gamzee's control, but taking a cautious, non-threatening posture. He's trying to get around him so he can leave if he wants to.]

[He lets Karkat go, watching him with an amused look on his face - unless the other troll's secretly hiding some kind of psychic power, it's all too obvious who has the power here.]

I gotta say, I am just about all mirthful as the blessed messiahs themselves that you what done mentioned there being new trolls in town. It's been ages since a brother's done had any motherfuckin' fun here.

[Well, that certainly gives him pause. He's just put all of his friends in danger just to protect himself. Especially since so many of the ones with him are the trolls he's already allowed to die. The thought of Gamzee hurting Sollux or Feferi or, oh god, Tavros, makes him sick. Nice work, leader.

His expression turns serious, even though he knows he doesn't have a chance against Gamzee.]

They're mine. Stay away from them.

And who the motherfuck do you think you're all being to give me that order, my most mysterious of brothers? [He cocks his head, gazing at Karkat dreamily under half-lidded eyes.] I wonder what you're all up and hiding under that gray?

[His stomach flips uncomfortably at the question, but he doesn't betray his nervousness in his expression.]

It's not an order. It's an agreement. I don't go near yours, you don't go near mine, and we both save each other the trouble.

I don't make agreements with scumbloods. I don't make motherfuckin' agreements with any motherfucker. The only brother here who'll all what done get trouble handed to his nubby spinal crevice is you.

We will see about that. We will fucking see, because you have no idea who were are or what you're fucking with. Do you like playing guess which one of us can psychically squeeze you like the juiciest grape from the comfort of his (or her) respite block?

I'm guessing you do like to play games. I'm just warning you that I don't know if Terezi, Aradia, Vriska, and Kanaya like to play games.

[And he feels like an incredible douchebag threatening his friends, but he's also putting himself in a lot of danger right now and he knows it. He just can't risk Gamzee potentially hurting any of them, no matter what it means for him.]

[He goes dangerously still as Karkat talks, but lets out a sudden bark of laughter at the last part.]

Oh brother, brother, you mess with one of the fucking scourge trio and I promise you, I am the last motherfucking thing you gotta be worrying about. I just hope my darling girl leaves me enough pieces to play with.

[Scourge trio, that's a new one, but his expression doesn't change.]

That's fine, we'll see.

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